Houndmouth:Sedona Lyrics

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The red sandstone, it fellRight smack on top of Sedona ArabellaWhen John Ford said, "Won't you hop on inTo the stage coach baby gonna take you for a spin, oh oh."

Hey little HollywoodYou're gone but you're not forgotYou got the cash but your credit's no goodYou flipped the script and you shot the plotAnd I remember, I remember when your neon used to burn so bright and pinkA Saturday night kinda pink

The blacklist and it's hostsCame down so swift and it drove 'em to the coastWe're goin' California but we're all out of workI guess that's better than a grave and a hearse oh oh

Hey little HollywoodYou're gone but you're not forgotYou got the cash but your credit's no goodYou flipped the script and you shot the plotAnd I remember I remember when your neon used to burn so bright and pinkA Saturday night kinda pink

The devil's in a rushAnd his duct tape makes you hushHey there Sedona let me cut you a dealI'm a little hung over and I may have to steal your soul, oh oh

Hey little HollywoodYou're gone but you're not forgotYou got the cash but your credit's no goodYou flipped the script and you shot the plotAnd I remember, I remember when your neon used to burn so bright and pinkSo bright and pinkA Saturday night kinda pink